Once, a famous monk visited a king’s palace. He made his way to where the king was sitting on his throne. The king immediately recognised the monk and said in reverence, “O holy man! what can I do for you?” “I would like a place to sleep in this inn,” replied the monk. The King was offended. “This is my palace, not an inn,” he said. The monk then asked, “May I know who owned this palace before you?” The king replied, “My father. He is dead now.” “And who owned it before him?” asked the monk again. “My grandfather,” said the King. “People lived for a short time here and then moved on. And you are saying this is not an inn,” asked the monk. The king understood the wisdom of the monk and welcomed him.
Moral: Life is short; none of us is permanent in this world
